JessaLu Knits (and Spins!)

<p>Holy crap I just realized what time it is…</p> <p>This is my 50th post - how cool is that?</p> <p>Okay a couple of things…I have been knitting, believe it or not and I have the pictures to prove it!</p> <p>Did you add yourself to my Frappr map yet? No? Well get to it!! I want to see ya’ll!</p> <p>Ohyeah and my butt’s warm again (thank God)…I seriously do not like Haddad’s, though and wish I wasn’t stuck in a three year contract with them. Bastards.</p> <p>Okay, knitting…I’ve been working on the Simple V-Neck from <a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=10&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://www.glampyre.com/blog/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.glampyre.com/blog/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Glampyre</a> and have the body done</p> <div style="text-align: left;"><a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=11&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_ivegotahead.jpg" onmouseover="window.status=’http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_ivegotahead.jpg’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;"></a><a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/ivegotahead.jpg"><img width="83" hspace="5" height="110" border="0" src="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/ivegotahead.serendipityThumb.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> <p>and, in honor of <a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=12&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://www.killerpeach.net" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.killerpeach.net’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Jody</a>, a ‘dancing’ shot</p> <p><a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=14&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.jpg" onmouseover="window.status=’http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.jpg’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;"></a></p> <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=14&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.jpg" onmouseover="window.status=’http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.jpg’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;"></a> <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=14&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.jpg" onmouseover="window.status=’http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.jpg’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;"></a> <div style="text-align: left;"><a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url=aHR0cDovL2plc3NhbHVrbml0cy5ibG9nc3Bpcml0LmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvbWVkaXVtX2RhbmNpbi4zLmpwZw==&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.3.jpg" onmouseover="window.status=’http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dancin.3.jpg’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;"></a><a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/dancin.jpg"><img width="83" hspace="5" height="110" border="0" src="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/dancin.serendipityThumb.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> <p>please ignore the Tinkerbell PJ’s :o) oh, and the song I was dancing to? Young MC’s Bust a Move ;o) We just watched ‘<a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=16&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">My Name is Earl</a>’ and that was his ex’s first dance song at her 2nd wedding, hehe So, since I am a child of the 80’s, as soon as I heard the first three notes I had the song stuck in my head along with flashbacks to rollerskating to it and thinking I was the cat’s ass ;o) (I was, too, I had white skates with sparkly red wheels and matching laces and I had the MOVES!! Of course, if I attempted today what I did effortlessly then I would be in the ER faster than you can say roller derby)</p> <p>I also finished a hat I made for a friend’s birthday. First, I made it too small and learned that I have really bad camera aim:</p> <div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/beaniehat.jpg"><img width="110" hspace="5" height="83" border="0" src="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/beaniehat.serendipityThumb.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: left;">Then I ripped out the ribbing and knit it a few inches longer:</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/jasonhat.jpg"><img width="110" hspace="5" height="83" border="0" src="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/jasonhat.serendipityThumb.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: left;">(many thanks to Brian for modeling)</div> <div style="text-align: left;">And, my favorite part:</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"><a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=19&amp;entry_id=18" title="http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_jasonhattop.3.jpg" onmouseover="window.status=’http://jessaluknits.blogspirit.com/images/medium_jasonhattop.3.jpg’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;"><a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/jasonhattop.jpg"><img width="110" hspace="5" height="83" border="0" src="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/uploads/Photos/jasonhattop.serendipityThumb.jpg" alt="" /></a></a></div> </div> <div style="text-align: left;">How awesome is that? I love the way the increases look!</div> <div style="text-align: left;"></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"> <p>I think that about covers it…I’m having 15 ppl over for Thanksgiving this year and the panic is starting to set in…not sure if you’ll hear from me again this week. I’m hoping to have the v-neck done for Thanksgiving (along with cleaning the house, grocery shopping, stocking up the liquor cabinet, baking, forcing my daughter into slave labor and calling the doc to refill my valium prescription *ahem* not necessarily in that order) and I’m feeling pretty optimistic. Yeah, I think that’s the feeling I’ve got going on…or maybe it’s sheer panic…</p> </div> <div style="text-align: left;"></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"> <p>I can’t complain, everyone comes here every year because I am such a control freak that the idea of having Thanksgiving any way other than the way I grew up (i.e. Grandma’s - mom can’t cook and dad refuses to cook on Thanksgiving, guess who two of the ppl are that are going to be there Thursday?) just freaks me right the hell out. So it’s the usual traditional panic that’s setting in, nothing to worry about…nothing at all…</p> </div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: left;"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div>

<p>There was once a beautiful princess who lived in the snowy Northeast. Her preferred mode of travel was 4×4 so she traded in her little Honda for a 1998 Grand Cherokee in ‘arrest-me-red’. She loved her Jeep and took very good care of it, changing the oil regularly and bringing it to the car wash once a week. She admired the way the sunlight shone on the screaming red paint and cherished the ease in which she could find her beloved ride in the vast parking lot at ‘Wally-World’.</p> <p>Alas, the princess’ love alone could not sustain the little Jeep and mechanical ‘issues’ arose that were unable to be fixed. The princess was heartbroken but cheered when she realized that perhaps she could get one of those new-fangled hybrid 4×4’s. The search was on for a new royal conveyance. The princess spent many hours online looking at hybrids and to her disappointment found that they were completely and utterly out of the reach of the royal budget. She decided to start going from dealer to dealer and test drove whatever vehicle she sort-of liked. She tried a Torrent and a couple of Hyundai’s but couldn’t really find anything that struck her royal fancy.</p> <p>Then, one cloudy, drizzly day the princess and her prince were walking through the far reaches of the local used car lot when they came upon a lovely shiny black 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee tucked into a back corner. They peered into the windows and exclaimed with delight ‘IT HAS LEATHER HEATED SEATS!!’ and ‘A CD CHANGER!’ Then they realized it was a gas-sucking v8. They did not care. They could not see beyond the glow of the heated seats! They found a salesperson who then took them on a test drive. The prince knew his princess had found a new love when he saw the smile slowly spread across her face while she accelerated out of the parking lot. By the end of the day the shiny black Jeep had been adopted into the royal family and arrangements had been made to trade the old Jeep for the new.</p> <p>A few days later the princess picked up her new car and fell in love with it all over again when she had toasty buns by the time she was two minutes down the road.</p> <p>A couple of weeks passed and the princess noticed that her buns weren’t as toasty as they once were. Thankfully the prince had insisted on purchasing an extended warrantee so she called the dealership and made arrangements to bring her car in to get the toaster fixed ;o) Once there the princess was disappointed with how she was treated by the service department but that was nothing compared to the disappointment when she found out how long it was going to take to get it fixed - two hours! This was not explained on the telephone! This was not going to work! She needed to be home to meet the school bus!! Unfortunately the princess’ buns were not meant to be toasty on that day.</p> <p>Another week passed and the princess decided that she just couldn’t live with the situation anymore. She swallowed her pride and called the dealership to make arrangements to leave her baby there to be worked on while she toiled at her desk job.</p> <p>This brings us to present day - hopefully the princess’ buns will be toasty on the ‘morrow!</p>

<p>…because I’m about to do some venting…</p> <p>I was looking waaay back in my archives (my typepad ones) and noticed that I used to be funny. I wrote lovely witty entries that weren’t quite at the same level as a <a href="http://jessaluknits.yarncourtesans.com/exit.php?url_id=21&amp;entry_id=20" title="http://www.yarnharlot.ca" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.yarnharlot.ca’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">certain blogger</a> we all know, but they at least brought out a giggle here or there. This all stopped when I wrote an entry that I thought was funny that was regarding my daughter actually being helpful without a big argument. You will no longer find that post on my site. Why, you ask? Because it was read by some of the people who had been at my home earlier during the evening in question and was completely and totally misinterpreted. This started a *thing* that has yet to come to completion because one of the people in question has not been here since. Don’t get me wrong, we do speak and he has been here for other gatherings of friends, he just doesn’t come over on a weekly basis anymore. He has never spoken to me directly about it and frankly, I don’t feel it is my place to bring it up to him since he is upset with me and not vice versa. Anyway, that was pretty much the last ‘funny’ entry I wrote. It kind of sucked the ‘fun’ out of it. Prior to that I considered this blog a mixture of real life and fiction and felt that I could be free to write 99% truth and put a little bit of a spin on it to make it more interesting to my ‘readers’ (all five of you *wave*). That whole situation that arose out of one paragraph that was written while I was beyond exhausted made me want to stop blogging altogether. However I soldiered on and tried my best to make my attempts at writing if not a gigglefest at least a bit interesting so more than two people would enjoy it. I didn’t write about what happened because I was afraid that I would further upset the person previously mentioned. I recently decided that I did need to write about it and I do need to get it out because it is killing my creative streak and I can’t allow that to happen. Roger didn’t want me to write a ‘disclaimer’ and thought that would also make it worse. I’m saying screw it. This is my blog. This is MY space on the ‘net where I should be allowed to be free and creative. I will write about my daughter, my boyfriend, my dog and life in general and damn it I WILL BE FUNNY. I NEED to be funny about my life or trust me, it will drag me under (again) and I can’t have that. I also feel that I shouldn’t hide my creativity because of fear. I will no longer write with this cloud over my head wondering who might be reading this and who’s feelings might get hurt. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and my ‘real life’ day-to-day friends. Some of them are closer to me than my family. However, I will endeavor to keep those that I know are sensitive about these things out of it and if they are mentioned (which odds are they won’t), there will be no names involved. I am a sardonic, sarcastic person and this is my disclaimer: <b>No persons were intentionally hurt during the writing of this blog.</b> And, if you don’t like it? Don’t read it. Move on. If you do like it? Leave a comment for crying out loud!</p> <p>Thanks for listening…I needed to get that out.</p>